Can't Win Me Back

It was a difficult night for Jasper, whose soul was tormented the moment he saw Alyssa with Justin. When he was chatting with Justin, he forced a smile and made remarks that went against his true feelings.

Only God knew how much he wanted to snatch Alyssa and hide her far away from Justin. He didn't want Justin to take another look at the woman who belonged to him and only to him.

"Stop it... Stop thinking about it..." Alyssa sounded tearful as she managed to let out fragments of words. After years of dating, this was the first time he had forced himself on her in such a ruthless manner that drove her to tears.

"Lyse, you're mine. Never look at him again. You shall only have eyes for me!" he growled as they inched toward climax.

After that, he carried the limp Alyssa to the bedroom. He placed her in the bed and attempted to make love to her again, but she wept and gently slapped him on the cheek. "I hate you! That's enough. You're bullying me. You're being super annoying tonight, you know?"

The slap did not hurt at all, but it woke him up. Snapping out of his delirium, he felt his heart racing. "I'm sorry, Lyse. It's my fault. I swear I will not do this to you again." He pulled her into a remorseful hug and repeatedly apologized.

"I know your worst fear." She closed her eyes and gently scratched him on the back as if calming him. "Jasper, don't be afraid. I'm yours. I'll forever be yours."

Alyssa enjoyed a good night's sleep, but Jasper drifted in and out of sleep. By dawn, he did not wake Alyssa up because she was still deep in sleep. He tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up and change his clothes in preparation for a video conference.

The three-hour-long meeting kicked off at 9:00 am. Despite Jasper's best efforts to focus on the discussion, his mind kept wandering.

Finally, he survived the meeting and returned to the bedroom, where Alyssa was still asleep.

Given her self-discipline, she'd always wake up early for a workout session, followed by washing up and doing her makeup, even if they made love till late at night.

Feeling puzzled, Jasper sat by the bed and touched her shoulder, but he flinched at the hot touch and immediately withdrew his hand. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Lyse? Lyse?" He flipped her over and saw her cheeks red from the fever. He touched her forehead again. She seemed to be running a scarily high fever.

He couldn't believe he was oblivious to her fever throughout the night.

"Mm. It's cold... So cold..." she moaned feebly.

Feeling nervous, he frantically grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up. Then, he pulled her into an embrace, but she wouldn't stop complaining about feeling cold.

She must have developed a fever from their lovemaking on the balcony last night. Jasper, saddled with guilt and regret, nearly slapped himself as a punishment for his rashness.

He decided against it, opting to be punished by Alyssa instead when she regained consciousness.

Meanwhile, Rosie was making lunch in the kitchen. She heard the doorbell and wiped her hands before answering the door.

She found herself staring at a charming and confident man clad in a black windbreaker. Stunned, she mumbled, "You are.?"